I don't know what the occasion was that caused Harry to take the picture, but I think it's lovely. Nice decor, too. And, yeah, this is him. Tea, a smile, wonderfully cute, isn't he?
I'm trying to get hold of a picture of Danger in his proper posh uniform, from Harry's wedding. But not sure when I'll get it, or if I'll live to share it. Danger seems rather adamant that he hates them all.
Apologies for the impossible poll I've put up. I was in a bad mood at the time. Future polls will be more reasonable, I hope.
I'm not sure if Sherlock is in a bad mood or what. Tonight was some sort of epic battle over dinner. Yesterday he ate more of Mrs H's special 'wedding' cakes than you can believe would fit inside one small boy. Plus lunch, and dinner. Today he point blank refused to eat dinner. And it's nothing he doesn't like. I think he just enjoys testing us sometimes. I grew up in the 'you'll eat it or go to bed hungry' school of thought. Danger is a bit more patient. And Sherlock did, eventually, eat enough. Mycroft just seems to ignore him, mainly. Sometimes I worry that we don't give Mycroft enough attention, because he is so calm about things.
Think I'll be back to work Monday or Tuesday. Sally - I know you read this - PLEASE tell me you didn't delete the last email I sent you. It was important. And if you have, well, do tell me, because I'll send it again. I'll say one thing for nightmares - they make me think about cases in a different light.
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Well he is deeply adorable, I'll grant you. And that is possibly the most perfect teapot I've ever seen. I'm glad you're feeling better. Also, Sherlock might enjoy some more adventuresome food if he's bored with eating. You know, macaroni and cheese on a stick. Veggies cut like flowers. Bento box stuff.
Later gator,
Bronwyn
Don't think he's bored with eating. Bored with us, perhaps.
I have no idea how you'd get Macaroni cheese onto a stick...don't think I have the artistic flair for veggie sculpting...and have no clue what a bento box is!
And isn't he just? Is this the first picture posted of him where he isn't scowling or looking very silly with noddles hanging out of his mouth?
Well...I suppose it could be worse.
Tuesday, not Monday.
'could be worse' - listen to you. You look lovely. How old were you?
I look way too excited about tea. Oh...26, 27? Something like that. That's mum's house.
Were you in the army then? If so, I can understand being that excited about tea.
I think my first bedsit had curtains like the chair you're sitting on. Bright and vaguely 70s, anyway.
So when are you going to take me home to meet the parents? (assuming they don't read this, and find out that I'm the one stealing their boy's innocence...)
That is just ridiculously adorable. Ha!
Lindsay - did you see his new profile pic? Now that's adorable.
L - yeah, I joined up pretty early.
Dunno. I suppose it'll be a while before you can get away?
I thought they sponsored you through medical school...but that's probably because someone told me I should join up, to get the army to pay for me to go to university. And I had to politely refuse, without letting them know I was gay. (And then failed most of my exams anyway, so it wasn't really an issue).
Yeah, I'd have to juggle some leave and days off to get a bit of time, but I'm sure we could arrange something, whenever you wanted. Be nice to meet them. You never talk about them.
I don't think you would've liked it much anyway. There is a certain amount of following orders, you know.
When you get a break at work then? Or maybe when the boys are out of school for the summer?
I do have to follow orders in the police, you know! Well, did have to. Sometimes. If they asked nicely. but yes, I'm pretty sure I would have hated it. And spent the entire time rather....frustrated.
Yes, to either of those options. If it's okay with you? They live way up North, don't they? You said it was a long way, anyway. Would they mind the entire pack of us descending upon them? They must be eager to meet the boys, at least.
Yeah, Aberdeen, so it's not exactly a day trip. I'll talk to them. I haven't exactly told them about the boys. Or seen them since I got back. Well. That's not quite true. But I was pretty heavily sedated at the time and I don't remember it all that well.
Oh, that picture makes me want to go put the kettle on. And as I've just settled in for an evening of work it's a good time for a cuppa.
Never been to Aberdeen. Never been further than Edinburgh.
And you haven't told them you're bringing up two child geniuses?? Blimey. I mean, I know they're hardly going to pop round for a cup of tea, but still. What do they think you do with your life? Hope they know you're no longer sedated...
It's a nice city. You'll like it.
Ah. Yeah. It's...possible they think I'm still in the Army. We haven't exactly talked about it.
In the army.
Right.
I'm going to take a wild guess at this point that I haven't been mentioned either then.
This visit could be...interesting. To put it mildly.
(If you just don't want to go, that's fine, I understand. I'm not trying to push here.)
I've been catching up on both blogs, and happily had a series of adorable images running through my mind as I did: Sherlock wearing floaties and a huge grin, Sherlock nicely cutting up the brains and then letting his zombie team chow down, Sherlock explaining Lestrade's time management skills to his teacher . . . But this picture has gone straight to the top of the list. John, a grown man should not be NEARLY so adorable as you evidently are!
Mycroft, darling, you've been so quiet - I hope all is well? And I didn't include you in the adorable list above because, well, frankly, you seem far too dignified for those kinds of shenanigans.
psst, Bronwyn, not that I want to break the blogs' fourth wall, but were you perchance thinking of a story I once wrote when you made your mac-and-cheese/interesting shapes/bento box suggestions?
I haven't told them anything, all right? I haven't spoken to either of them since the hospital. My father was talking about... I don't know, medals or something, maybe grandfather's, and he said "Don't worry, you'll be back there again in no time," meaning Afghanistan, and I can't remember what I said, and that's it. It's not as if I deliberately didn't mention you.
I will call them, we will go, it will be fine.
woah, it's okay, I wasn't trying to imply anything. Just, you know, if you do want to go, then...well, whenever you're ready. I'm not pushing for it. Believe me, I'm not relishing any sort of meeting between you and my mother, either - and probably mainly for really stupid reasons. I wasn't...oh, I don't know. I don't care. I don't care if you never tell them, as long as I've got you.
Re: the picture
John, you are a bad, bad man. But that picture is adorable, yes.
It's not you, all right? That's what I was trying to say. Not very coherently. If you were all I had to tell them about, there would be no problem.
We can go in the summer.
All right.
Want to talk about it? In bed? Now? Because it's about 4 hours until we get a Sherlock alarm call - he's so excited about swimming tomorrow he was adamant he didn't want to go to bed at all.
And yes, I know offering to listen to you talking through something makes me into a massive hypocrit. But even if you don't want to tell me what you feel you have to tell them, then, well, I'm still here for you when you tell them. If that makes any sort of sense.
Yeah, bed.
You already know it all anyway. I'm not a soldier. I'm not a doctor. That's it really. It's fine. I should've told them at the hospital.
Really doesn't sound like you were in a fit state to tell them anything at the hospital.
Bed.
Whoa, Danger looks dangerous and menacing in that pic! :D And absolutely adorable. :3 Well, I guess all kids are like that. From time to time, my niece likes to say she doesn't like food she usually eats all happily, just to annoy us or to get attention or I don't know why. You gotta find ways to distract her and make her eat, but then again, my niece is 4 and average, not a little genius like Sherlock. :) Have you explained to him some biochemistry? I don't know, maybe if you explain him the properties of the food he's eating and what exactly it'll do to his cells and body, he might enjoy it a bit more? He seems interested in science. :P
♥ omg his sweet little face!!! ♥
*whispers to innie* it's entirely probable. I've read so very many and I know one mentioned bento boxes. The macaroni on a stick though Is fair food round here. But I'd you did write the one that I'm pretty (sorta maybe?) sure is a QE xover, I loved it! Also, I later taught my students to make those muffins.
Later gator,
Bronwyn
Lupe - that can be Danger's job. I've no idea what different foods do, beyond the very obvious. Biochemistry is definitely more Danger's end of things.
Danger clearly doesn't find the picture too objectionable, as it's just become his new profile picture. Nice to be able to see his face properly!
It's Sunday morning, Sir. Stop thinking about work!
Yes, I got the email, yes, people are acting on it, no we don't want you back until you're better - so listen to John.
See you on Tuesday. Maybe.
That photo of John is absolutely adorable :-) Can't fault a man for appreciating a good brew.
Hope you guys managed to get a bit of sleep last night, can't imagine that trying to supervise two kids in a pool is straightforward at the best of times. Have fun splashing about today!
Re: John in uniform :)
It's not a photo, but someone from John's unit may have drawn this -> http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&global=1&q=john+watson+army#/d322y76
Enjoy :)
PS. I can't tell if this is posting so sorry for any double posts
Nameless - the boys had a great time. We all did. Mycroft is a good swimmer, but 50 metres is a big pool, so one of us always tried to stick with him. Sherlock forgot to be angry at having to wear armbands once he was in the water.
Now the boys are devouring bread, cheese, crisp etc for lunch, Danger is sorting out the wet swimming gear. I'm too tired to move.
Oh, here I thought we were pulling out of the drama. John, good luck talking with your parents. Sounds like one of those perceptions/expectations things that NO ONE likes to deal with when it comes to their parents.
Glad Sherlock took to the water - its hard to make them respect it (i.e. need for armbands) without making them afraid of it. My son (who is also 5) was absolutely fearless until he jumped into the pool before we were quite ready for him and he got a nose-full of water. He learned quickly after that to be careful, but he still loves to swim. At least you didn't do what my mom did to me at that age: pull me into the center of the pool and not let me go back to the side until I swam there on my own.
I learned to swim in an hour. I was jumping off of the diving board the next day. If you want Sherlock to like you afterward, however, it's not a technique I'd recommend!
We are pulling out of the drama. There is no drama, it's fine.
Sherlock's doing pretty well with the swimming. I think he'll be all right without the armbands next time as long as someone's right there with him.
Do possibly need to rename your blog though, Danger. Seems like a lot happens to you. Us.
Mazarin - the problem with Sherlock is that he listens, nods in all the right places, agrees not to do certain things, promises...and then does them anyway, if he wants. But he did seem to take to the water well.
I'm glad everybody had fun, especially the boys.
How is Mycroft, anyway? I remember my siblings and you're right, sometimes, the responsible one gets a bit lost in the shuffle...and no, I wasn't the quiet one ;)
Mycroft is good. I think he's going to be doing both a skating and piano exam soon, so he's even busier than usual. He enjoyed the royal wedding on Friday. Not the commentary, or the fashion, but the tradition and everything. And he knows a scary amount about the legal side of it all.
It seems oddly warm out for people to still be skating, but I suppose as the NHL is still playing over here I can't fault Mycroft for still getting on the ice.
DIE PIG
Kholly - only have indoor rinks in this country, so doesn't matter what time of year it is.
Anon - one day i'm sure I will. Thanks for the advice. And your caps lock seems to be stuck on. Some people find that rude, apparently.
The quiet ones can get a bit lost sometimes. Hilariously, in my little herd, I AM the quiet one. How's that for alarming?
More on point, I taught my youngest brother to swim a bit younger than Sherlock and he did right well. He was a big fan of the catch me style of learning. I'd drift slowly away and he'd try to catch me. He got good fast. Apparently, the potential drowning of an older sibling is huge motivation.
That said, we do miss you, Mycroft! How was the wedding? I didn't watch as I wasn't getting up at 3am for it, but my mother said there was some sort of minor break with protocol regarding the kiss on the balcony? I'd no idea there was protocol for that. Huh.
Later gator,
Bronwyn
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